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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:02:21 GMT -5
OOC Hi Actor!
Tagging might be easiest, tbh. The forums seem set on not liking you.
Alright Cat!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 11:02:56 GMT -5
[It won't let me say anything PERIOD. I've been trying to post regularly for like 20 minutes. I have Hareskip and Gorsepaw open that is literally ALL I WANT TO sAY.]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:06:49 GMT -5
OOC Well, Actor, I have Antstep open if you want?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:15:25 GMT -5
OOC Tinypaw to Chickenpaw Feathertalon
IC Tinypaw paused for a moment, looking away from Chickenpaw to stare up at the sky, now a light, pretty blue, with the sun further in the sky. It was nice, not quite as appealing as the array of colors that sunrise brought, but it was still nice, and still just as comforting as the dawn, itself. “I didn’t sleep much,” she admitted after a moment. “Restless,” she added, as if it was answer enough. She had been restless, both curious about their new...old camp and itching to check it out, and although it seemed so small, she supposed a small part of her couldn’t help but wonder, if a new camp would call for new warriors...maybe ones that their naming ceremony was long overdue.
She glanced back at Chickenpaw for a moment, deciding not to elaborate on how she always made the effort to be up by dawn to watch the sunrise, anyways, but instead, she offered him a small smile. “I was a little confused when I woke up too, it took me a few moments to remember where we all were,” she reassured the younger apprentice. Tinypaw did like his company, and the subtle things he had done for her when she had been down, were appreciated. Tinypaw couldn’t say she felt completely like her old self, and probably didn’t act much like it, either, but it was nice, to know that someone was looking out for her, in it all.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 11:16:58 GMT -5
Iceclaw { Feathertalon }Following Hummingfrost's example, Iceclaw set aside some of the lapwing's feathers. Normally, he was very unorganized with the feathers of literally everything, but his friend's reasoning made perfect sense. They needed bedding for all of the nests, now that they had their permanent home. This lapwing was a small start, but a good start.
"Of course." He responded, almost as soon as he understood what she was asking. His whiskers twitched in amusement, watching her try to take the feather off of her own. The snowy tom could never really place exactly how he found the silver molly charming, which he took as a fact that everything about her was. She was sweet and caring, and always thought of others first. She had taken in Firepaw without a second thought, and raised his brother like she was raising one of her own. Even when Iceclaw was hanging around the nursery like a giant awkward duck, not sure about kits, and grieving the loss of his parents and Firepaw's littermate. Hummingfrost had never treated him like the awkward lump of fur he knew he was, and he appreciated that.
When he had woken up this morning, Iceclaw had intended to ask if he should go on a patrol or something, but this was even better. He was doing something useful, and he got to spend time with his best friend, at that.
"It would be a good chance to explore the territory too." He added, because that seemed pretty important as well.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 11:17:26 GMT -5
[ 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Sounds good to me! Want Hareskip or Gorsepaw?]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 11:22:32 GMT -5
hi everyone c’: I just finished my government exam. tbh I didn’t do so hot but I still passed my class so xD
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 11:23:19 GMT -5
Oh right!! S’more, do you have any mentors for Tinypaw and Bugpaw in mind?
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 20, 2017 11:24:30 GMT -5
Oh right!! S’more, do you have any mentors for Tinypaw and Bugpaw in mind? [*from the back* Hareskip! Hareskip! Hareskip!]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 11:26:03 GMT -5
tbh I was thinking Hareskip and Stickfur for their mentors, but that’s up to smore. c:
It’s be amusing seeing Hare deal with Bugpaw tbh
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:30:30 GMT -5
OOC Hi Ross!
Whichever one you want, Actor!
I didn’t have any ideas. So Hareskip for Buggy boy, and Stickfur for Tinypaw works fine for me!
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 11:32:19 GMT -5
Alright then c: that’s settled.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 20, 2017 11:34:29 GMT -5
Leaning up against the Tallrock, she looked quite in order with no hair out of place, neatly groomed and looking lively. She wouldn't want to appear chaotic or lazy, that would make her look like some unruly kit. Being constantly worried about how others perceived her was tiring, but she felt it completely necessary, especially as a young apprentice trying to find a place and reputation in the Clan, she desperately wanted to stand out and out-do everyone. Marshpaw tucked her tail close to her and perked her ears, listening to the noises of her clan-mates shuffling about and sharing small words here and there. "I wish I could get out of camp for a little while. But I don't want to have to ask someone to come with me," she thought, sighing. She wasn't about to upset anybody by going out of camp unattended without permission and risk a blow to her good behavior, "but it would be nice".
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 11:35:08 GMT -5
and Morticat ; do you have a mentor in mind for Marshpaw?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:39:17 GMT -5
OOC *silently pushed Antstep forward* he’s young, but eager to prove himself. (Though tbh I dunno if he’d be a great mentor.)
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Post by Morticat on Dec 20, 2017 11:42:26 GMT -5
{ -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 - I thought Dimheart might be a good choice, or if you think someone else is suitable. I thought maybe having someone as ambitious and loyal as Marshpaw might work well. }
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 11:44:33 GMT -5
if Feather is okay with it, then sure!
Don’t worry smore, ant will prove himself soon c:
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:46:33 GMT -5
OOC Lol, not Antstep then. He’s not super ambitious.
Soon, maybe, he’s good to just help literally anyone he can, right now though. *pats Ant’s head*
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Post by Morticat on Dec 20, 2017 11:54:25 GMT -5
OOC *silently pushed Antstep forward* he’s young, but eager to prove himself. (Though tbh I dunno if he’d be a great mentor.)
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{ Oops sorry, I wrote all that before seeing this! Hopefully there'll be an apprentice for him soon. }
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 11:56:48 GMT -5
OOC *silently pushed Antstep forward* he’s young, but eager to prove himself. (Though tbh I dunno if he’d be a great mentor.)
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{ Oops sorry, I wrote all that before seeing this! Hopefully there'll be an apprentice for him soon. } OOC Nah don’t worry about it. Like I said, Ant probably wouldn’t even be a good mentor, tbh. Besides, if he had an apprentice right now, Tinypaw would feel even worse with where she is and she deserves peace for at least a little bit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 14:44:57 GMT -5
Stickfur - Out of camp/near border - FeathertalonStickfur took a deep breath as he silently headed out of camp with Hickoryburn. With a tentative sniff at the fresh air, he winced. Rain was coming, and Hickoryburn knew it. He would get soaked if he didn’t hurry up, and- Trying to compose himself, Stickfur looked down at his perfectly groomed paws.
After a while they would get mildly dirty, and even that was absolutely terrible. Just terrible. He had little hope that they would get back as fast as possible so the chance of rain would be minimal. Obviously he would have to clean his paws frequently, and it was even more obvious that it would make him go considerably slower. Stickfur paid little mind to where exactly he was going. Following Hickoryburn? Yes. They must be approaching the border... He should hurry.
If he went too slowly that could be a sign of weakness, and weakness is an obvious imperfection, and imperfections are a sign of uncleanliness, and uncleanliness is not clean, and being not clean is being dirty, and being dirty is bad, and being bad is terrible,and being terrible is an utter abomination, and-
“STOP!” Stickfur suddenly burst out. He meant to keep that loud remark to himself and reprimand his own mind, but obviously it accidentally slipped out. The nervous gray tom raced ahead to catch up with Hickoryburn. He couldn’t possibly look the other warrior in the eye after this, but at least he could apologize... Skidding to a halt in front of Hickoryburn, he made sure to look at his paws so that they weren’t dirty.
“I didn’t mean that. We can continue. Just... yes. Let’s continue. We’re nearly there anyways.” Stickfur’s voice was nearly inaudible, a series of embarrassed mumbles and mews that were rather quiet. His voice sounded as if the sky and ground were eavesdropping and he had to only speak to one cat without being heard by others. He really needed to work on being more high class... Bursting out and saying random things was definitely bad. If it was bad, it was low class, and if it was low class it was just the worst.
Respect was needed. Stickfur needed respect in order to feel respected, but he knew he would never gain it.
”Where are we now?” He quietly asked, ready to keep on going. Embarrassment tugged at his pelt but he forced himself to act like nothing happened.
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 16:45:08 GMT -5
i'll get replies in soon! and im down for Dim being a mentor uwu
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 20, 2017 17:58:17 GMT -5
OOC Here!
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Feathertalon
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unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 20, 2017 18:52:34 GMT -5
Hickoryburn They were edging ever closer to the border when Stickfur gave out a scream to stop. Hickoryburn nearly jumped out of his fur, now on instant high alert. He felt his claws unsheathe through instinct, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. ”What is it?” The ruddy male hissed, ears now flattening against his head as his tail bushed out to twice its size. There seemed to be no scent of dogs or fox or anything else that could be a danger. The only thing Hickoryburn could smell was the fishiness of the nearby RiverClan border.
The confusion in Hickoryburn’s green eyes when Stickfur admitted to not meaning to have done that was palpable.
The warrior was still puffed out, but he felt his claws slide back into their protective sheaths. He blinked a few times. What had gotten into Stickfur? He must be losing his mind.
After staring down the gray warrior for a good minute, Hickoryburn cleared his throat in embarrassment and turned to face the direction of the border. ”Ah, well, yes...yes, we’re nearly there,” he mewed in that all too awkward voice of his.
Turning away from Stickfur, Hickoryburn continued on, the RiverClan border getting all the closer now.
Chickenpaw At the very edge of his senses Chickenpaw could smell an incoming rain on the wind. Unless he wasn’t doing something right, the rain smelled as if it wouldn’t come in until later today, perhaps in the night. The sky carried a few clouds in its clutches, but they were far and in-between, simply little puffs of cotton drifting along in silence. They made the sky all the prettier, Chickenpaw thought. Nature was wonderful, wasn’t it? It had so much to offer and so much to show… The young apprentice knew he was lucky to be living in such an amazing world.
His part of the world involved being a functioning member of his Clan. While he could sit and stare at the sky all day he had company that he needed to pay attention to. His green eyes pulled away from the heavens and he turned his attention back to the black smoke molly. Chickenpaw felt his warm smile contort into a show of concern as Tinypaw answered his earlier question. ”Is there anything I can do to make you sleep easier? Do you need more moss in your nest? Heather? Maybe Thornwhisker and Featherpool could give you something to let you rest easier,” he suggested, stopping himself from going any further. Perhaps Tinypaw didn’t even need anything different added to her sleeping schedule and routine. He supposed what mattered was that she was awake and functioning and able to interact with other cats like himself.
So she had been confused too. The black and white tom’s whiskers twitched in amusement. ”Glad I’m not the only one,” he mewed with a purr. ”It felt nice to remember that WindClan has made it home.” After so long they had finally made it. Chickenpaw was sure he could feel those who had came before him celebrating up in StarClan. WindClan had made it home.
Hummingfrost A lot of cats would probably think Hummingfrost a fool to be so starry eyed for a tom like Iceclaw. It wasn’t that he was a bad warrior or anything of the sorts, it was merely because of him being deaf. ”Why would you want to possibly pass on those traits?” Cats had asked her before in the company of privacy. ”One deaf warrior is enough. He almost wasn’t allowed to be a warrior. Do you want that to happen to any of your future kits?” It was one thing to hear that argument brought up by cats Hummingfrost didn’t spend a lot of time with, but it was another thing when the argument was brought up by Dimheart. The two siblings had never really been close. They had been born in two different litters that had been a decent amount of time apart from one another. There had then been the loss of their father during the travels, their mother then passing away not too long after. Dimheart had seemed to let their deaths slide, saying nothing about it or doing nothing about it. The tabby hadn’t even offered to comfort her two siblings, so all Hummingfrost had had was her brother Darkpaw. Then he died a few days before their warrior ceremony, a hawk having attacked him due to his scrawny build and small size. Once again Dimheart had done nothing to support Hummingfrost as she grieved for their lost family. Pretty much for her entire life Dimheart had been distant, hardly a sibling.
A few moons ago when Hummingfrost had still been a mother to the young Firekit, Dimheart had approached her. The queen had hoped for some sort of apology, for some sort of explination as to why Dimheart had been so distant for so long. But instead she got harsh comments and questions about her feelings for Iceclaw. That had been the breaking point for Hummingfrost. ”I’ll love him no matter what you think,” the queen had retorted and Dimheart had left it at that still obviously annoyed. What a sister she was.
These thoughts were chased away when Iceclaw’s familiar voice broke through. The silver queen was instantly lifted up from her thoughts, her purr rumbling ever louder. ”You’re right!” She exclaimed enthusiastically. ”We need to get to know our first permanent home.” Even if Hummingfrost didn’t venture out of camp all that often save for a few trips to gather nesting material it was important for both her and Iceclaw to know the ups and downs of their new home.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 19:51:22 GMT -5
Alright- the allegiance, prefixes, statistics, member roster and relationships are updated. please let me know if anything is off i.e: i forgot a relationship with a cat, you want to add a relationship such as a crush or deceased parents(though i might not add the parents because thats just a lot anyways, unless yall make them as starclan or dark forest cats), cat has the wrong mentor, picture links don't work, et cetera. ps- elders, starclan and dark forest prefixes are not added to the taken list, because well, they're either old and going to pass, or they're already dead.
please let me know now c':
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 20, 2017 21:09:19 GMT -5
((Here's a couple starters, if anyone has someone open!))
Jackal- Bothersome Rogue Wandering just outside Windclan territory (open) The tortoiseshell strolled gently through the forest just beyond the territory where she had traced WindClan to, her tail lightly dancing behind her as she dangled a tattered robin between her jaws. Jackal's good mood had been solidified by finding a nice place to call her own, a fallen tree stationed at a shallow incline and supported on the lower boughs of its living relatives, complete with a shower of vines and moss tendrils covering the rotting wooden cavern that would become her home. The back wall of the 'cave' was a solid rock and Jackal already had plans to seal up the gaps with peat and undergrowth from the forest floor. She had already managed to stir up some of the soil inside, kicking it to the side to give her a bit more room and patch up the walls. The best part about this small shelter, she thought, was that it was somewhere close to the clan, yet inconspicuous enough where they wouldn't be able to track her, especially if she was careful to cover her scent. This... relationship she had going with WindClan; Jackal had always wanted it to be fully in her control. She was going to be the one who dictated when they saw her, and not the other way around.
The rogue mildly wondered if the cats had managed to spot her as she followed their trail, taking diligent care through the places with smelly flat-faces and through rocky mountains just to keep track of the odd group. They were a scrawny bunch of cats, she realized, built for running and squeezing through tunnels, fiercely loyal and fueled with some sort of pride that she never could quite understand; she wondered a little curiously how they had managed to make the journey and leave their previous life behind without so much as batting an eye. When the clan had a cumulative goal, it was accomplished without hesitation. Jackal's whiskers drooped a little, knowing she'd miss the old place she used to call home, but without any social ties to it perhaps it was easier to leave than to stay behind.
Jackal's mind roamed away from that brief feeling of disappointment, at last settling on thoughts of the harsh journey that she had made. She acknowledged how hard it had been; being a lone feline trekking across foreign lands was no thing to wiggle an ear at, especially in the rough, rocky terrain of the mountainous region. She was big enough, luckily, that the large birds didn't eye her as a tasty morsel, but there were certainly bigger creatures up there that she had to work diligently to evade and outwit. Her fur bristled at the thought of the giant, almost cat-like creature she had spotted scaling the steep mountain sides; that was one thing she hadn't wanted to come into contact with. Despite this, the she-cat had come out nearly unscathed -- just a touch of hurt pride at her now nicked ear she had earned from a particularly feisty mountain hare. Out of all the things...
The robin's scent had slowly crept up the tortoiseshell's nose, distracting her from the humiliation and her stomach roared in pleading for the food just out of reach -- she wasn't starving, of course, her belly was just needy and jumped at any opportunity for food. So, as any normal cat would, Jackal naturally plopped herself to the ground and began to pick through the feathers of the deceased bird, ruffling and plucking the plumage away from the meat. It took her a moment to notice where she had ended up, as she was mostly wandering aimlessly through the new landscape, drinking in the fresh excitement of exploration. Jackal had nested herself at the tree-line and was looking out at the new grassy territory of Windclan, munching dutifully on a freshly caught robin. It wasn't half bad, she thought, both at the prey and the territory; they seemed to have found a suitable place to call their own, one that fit their desire to run and be under the open sky. It was hard to shove down the small bit of pride that welled up in Jackal's chest, so she didn't fight it.
Bogwhisker-WindClan Warrior Assisting in the WindClan Camp (open)
Bogwhisker was having a wonderful time with the gorse bush that marked the location of the clan's new nursery; he stood on his back paws, weaving the thorny branches away from the small alcove that the queens and kits would call home. On particularly stubborn boughs, the tom diligently chewed his way through them if they were young with soft and flexible thorns, and did his best to direct the older ones that were thick, woody and stiff to the back of the nursery to create a relatively solid wall. He was gentle with the branches, mostly for his own good; one wrong move and the tom would likely have to pay a short visit to the medicine cat den with a thorn in his eye. Needless to say, Bogwhisker was doing everything in his power to keep that from happening.
The tom's amber eyes glittered as he looked over the yellow flowers lovingly, almost too excited for Newleaf to come. He'd have to weather through a Leafbare, but that could be managed; the thought of seeing the gorse bush in full bloom made his nose tingle and his paws itch. The thorny bit of foliage was captivating -- it was a plant that had very few leaves, all of them seemingly replaced by thorns to protect the beautiful flowers from greedy birds and rodents. In fact, the flowers formed pods that cast out shining brown seeds, hard like stones, the product of hard work after being buffeted by wind and rain with no protection. Bogwhisker had to pull his focus back to his task at paw, of course, being reminded of his situation as he felt a thorn prick his side lightly.
He managed to push a particularly nasty and gnarled branch behind another of equal stature; this cleared up a sizable area for nests to be made on the ground itself. In order to accomplish this, Bogwhisker had laid himself flat, belly pressed into the dirt and his hind legs braced against a dip in the ground to give him enough power. Once sure it was in place, the brown tabby pulled his front paws in and glanced up; there wasn't very much headway here, so he turned on his back. The tom pushed on each of the hanging boughs, cautious of the thorns, to test their flexibility and was pleased when each one bent easily with his strength. He sat up with care, weaving his way between them and quickly got to work in overlapping the branches across ones above them.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 21:22:51 GMT -5
Rainstar || Windclan Territory -- { Headphone Actor }
Rainstar slowly nodded his head and lashed his tail, his claws digging into the earth beneath him. Shadowclan, Riverclan and Thunderclan all deserved to pay for what they did. There are supposed to be four clans in the forest, not just three. He twitched his whiskers and looked at Thistleshine. "This will be our battle to win, especially with Starclan by our sides, and you to help me lead, Thistleshine." He stated. Rainstar was determined to prove Windclan's strength.
Rainstar was all fine and dandy thinking of the future victories their clan would have up until he remembered the dreams from Starclan. All the deaths, and his lives seeping away from him at the other leaders claws. He shuddered and froze. Should he tell his deputy about this? His medicine cats? Maybe. But he knew they'd worry. And the gray tabby, who seemed to be older than he actually was, sighed, knowing he deserved what he'd get. Windclan deserved better. And he believed Thistleshine would give them that once Rainstar was dead for good.
"Let's head back to camp now. I'm sure the patrols have marked the Riverclan and Thunderclan borders already. I want to call a clan meeting as soon as possible." The gray tabby mewed before making his way back towards the sandy hollow that was the Windclan camp.
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Featherpool || Windclan Territory -- { Feathertalon }
Featherpool was thankful to stop talking about her pitiful job at finding herbs. It happened a lot- she need Thornwhisker around to help her find anything she needed to help stock up. She rarely did it alone- never mind with a warrior that had no knowledge of herbs at all. She felt a cozy silence envelope the two mollies as she walked rather close to Dimheart, her fluffed up gray pelt brushing against the silvery-white mollies. Her mind then went to the two she had seen a couple of days ago. Iceclaw, her brother, and Hummingfrost, Dimheart's sister. Her gaze shifted over to the molly she loved so dearly. She wanted to know he opinion on their siblings possibly becoming mates. Featherpool continued to trot back towards camp at a rather brisk pace, though not fast enough to make her asthma act up.
Opening her mouth, she asked her daring question. "How do you feel about Hummingfrost and Iceclaw?" She purred softly, feeling extremely happy that her brother had found a molly to treat him the way he deserved, especially with how Rainstar's leadership had started with Bugclaw as his deputy. "It won't be long before there are kit in the nursery, I hope! Windclan needs more warriors if we are to beat the other three clans. We'll be the best clan in the whole forest and moor soon! Iceclaw and Hummingfrost seem to be really oblivious though. Maybe I should nudge him a little, have him make a flirting move, or something." Featherpool thought, before looking at Dimheart, waiting for her own opinion to her question.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 21:28:20 GMT -5
[ I have Hollyfrost, Cloudwhisker, Batfrost, Firepaw and Snowberry open :') If you want one of them to either run into jackal or help bogwhisker with the nursery? Unless someone else with open cats wants to jump in for them c': ]
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 20, 2017 21:48:29 GMT -5
((Ahh, I don't really have a preference! Whoever you have the most muse with, I can work with it. x3 But if everyone is making their way back to camp for a meeting, Jackal can be left alone in favor of Bogwhisker! I can always just have her saunter in to prevent any characters from going out of their way to interact with her. P: ))
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Dec 20, 2017 21:58:14 GMT -5
Hm- i could do something with Firepaw then, because I'm so tempted to rp my little one eared baby. plus his mentor is out of camp and he doesn't like going out alone
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